As an interior designer, Sophia Holbrook deals with contractors every day ... but there's only one that makes working hard feel like she's hardly working. Excerpted from Nailed by Christine D'Abo

Sophia Holbrook is a successful decorator who just scored a dream opportunity: to host a new TV show where she can showcase her talents. But her co-host, contractor Fynn Babineau, is both distractingly gorgeous and irritatingly argumentative over blueprints and budgets. Their on-screen tension — professional and sexual — makes for some great TV viewing. But off camera, they maintain their distance, until one day an accident on the site of one of their projects puts them in an uncompromising position ...

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I wasn't certain what was harder, the wall at my back or Fynn's cock pressed against my thigh. He was nothing but an endless plane of muscles and hot skin. Without thinking, I reached up and placed my hand against the side of his neck. His heart beat rapidly beneath my touch.

This was such a bad idea. There was enough unresolved sexual tension between us on the set already that we didn't need to add another level. Though the attraction was obviously mutual and if we didn't have sex right the hell now I was certain one of us would explode.

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Fynn took my hand off his neck and pressed it to the wall above my head. He was so large, he could have done anything to me, and yet I knew he would stop if I said to.

Which I didn't.

No sirree, Bob.

"You've been driving me crazy." He lowered his mouth so it was only a few inches above my lips. "You and your perkiness. Smiling at everyone, flirting with my crew so that half of them are in love with you."

His breath washed across my face, causing goose bumps to rise. I should have had some sort of witty remark ready to go, something that Matt would cry if he heard it and didn't have his camera close by. If nothing else, I should probably stop him from leaning in and kissing me. We were coworkers, costars, and a sexual relationship would only end up spelling bad news for both of us.

Instead I curled my fingers around his hand that held mine and squeezed. "If you don't kiss me I'm going to knee you in the nuts."

My eyes closed the moment his lips slid across mine. There was nothing gentle in the kiss, no soft seductions. Fynn took what he wanted, his tongue seeking out mine as he pressed against me. He slid his hand beneath my shirt, rough calluses pulling at my skin as he cupped my waist and toyed with the edge of my jeans.

I totally ignored my internal voice screaming at me, and wrapped my free arm around his neck. Being shorter than Fynn forced me to stretch up and press fully against his chest.

The kissing grew more intense with each passing moment. I lifted my leg and hooked it around the back of his thigh, opening my body up to him. My pussy was soaked, the fabric pulling hard against my swollen clit. If I bucked my hips just the right way, I knew I'd be able to get myself off without him even touching me.

"Stop that," he said as he nipped on my bottom lip.

"But I want to." Two could play at that game. I leaned in and nipped at his collarbone. "More."

"Pushy little ..."

A loud squeal escaped me when Fynn grabbed me by the waist and carried me over to the kitchen counter. We'd decided to leave this room for the time being for the crew to use and let me tell you, I couldn't have been happier about it just then. He set me down with little ceremony, grabbed the hem of my T-shirt and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Stop me now if you're going to."

Fuck that. I lifted my arms and grinned. "Naked."

I think my shirt ended up somewhere on the floor behind us. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, I mirrored his actions and pulled his shirt off, bunched it up and threw it away. Oh, now there was a beautiful sight — a body firmed from years of hard work, tanned and taut with just the right amount of chest hair. I loved hair on a man, the way it felt beneath my fingers as I'd scratch my nails across his skin.

Fynn gave me no time to mentally wax poetic about his chest, instead jerking me to the edge of the counter so he could pull open the front of my jeans. "You've been driving me crazy since I laid eyes on you that first day. And then you had to go and prove me wrong and ... fuck you're gorgeous."

"Condom." I lifted myself up so he could pull my panties down along with my jeans. They got stuck on my boots, causing a delay in our mutual nakedness. "Tell me you have one."

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a foil packet with one hand as he yanked my boot off with the other. "I only need your one leg free."

"Oh good. Can I touch your cock now? Please? In fact, give me that." I snatched the packet from his hand.

Using my teeth, I tore open the foil as Fynn turned, yanked and pushed at his jeans. Faster than the snap of a chalk line, I was treated to the sight of his rather impressive cock. "Oh my."

Firm fingers were around my chin, forcing my gaze upward. No, no, no, back down to the pretty. "Sophia."

He said my name with such authority I nearly came. "Huh?"

"I don't normally do this. Have sex with colleagues on a work site. I need to know you're okay with this."

Dammit, he was hot and noble. "I haven't been with a man in over a year. We've been so busy getting this project started I don't have time to buy new batteries for my vibrator so I can get myself off. I promise you, I don't mind in the least. Now please, I'm begging you, take charge and fuck me."

Excerpted from Nailed by Christine d'Abo, the latest in the Cosmo Red-Hot Reads from Harlequin line of books. Order your copy today.